The old old town looks the same As I step down from the trainAnd there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there's rosemaryA pair of gold and looks like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass ofhome Yes, they all come to meet meArms reaching, smiling sweetly Yes, it's so good to touch the green green grassof homeThe old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dryAnd there's the old oak tree that I used to play onDown the lane I walk with my sweet Mary A pair of gold and looks like cherriesIt's good to touch the green green grass of homeThen I wake and look around me At four grey walls that surround meAnd then I realize, yes, I was only dreaming For there's a garden, there's a sad apartmentI'm a nun who'll walk until daybreak again I'll touch the green green grass of homeYes, they all come to see me In the shade of that old oak treeAs they lay me beneath the green green grass of homeI'm a nun who'll walk until daybreak again I'll touch the green green grass of homeYes, they all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree